Desires (13 page)

Dan abruptly pulled away but before Stacie could
question it, he slipped off his jeans and trunks and dropped them on the floor.
He lay on the bed, his cock rigid against his abdomen. Stacie shucked her robe
and made her way across the bed on her hands and knees, smiling to herself to
see Dan’s gaze drop to her breasts, which swayed as she moved.

She straddled him, looking down at his cock, mere inches
from her pussy. Stacie took hold of it, finally able to run her hand up and
down his length. Her pussy ached with longing. She could just kneel up and
slide it on in, but he hadn’t allowed that yet. She took a shuddering breath
and forced herself to move down his body. She wriggled down the bed until her
face was level with his cock.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before, Stacie,” she heard
Dan ask.

“Once, but I wasn't very good,” Stacie confessed.
And I didn’t like it much
. She’d wanted
to oblige her first boyfriend, but he’d held her by her hair and thrust into
her mouth without finesse, finishing by coming down her throat without warning.
She’d thrown up in the sink and refused to do it since.

“Well, I want you to pretend it’s your favourite
lollipop,” he said, a smile in his voice.

Favourite
lollipop? Okay.
She gave a mental shrug. She took a
deep breath, poked out her tongue and licked the full length of his manhood all
the way down to his balls. He tasted clean, and smelled of soap. She licked
back up again and ran her tongue around the ridge at the base of his head. He
let out a tiny noise and took in a shaky breath.

“Good, Stacie. Now, put your mouth around the head and
suck gently.” Stacie obeyed, wrapping her lips around the bulbous head. She was
a little taken aback to taste the saltiness of the fluid leaking from the small
hole, but she gamely licked it off, rewarded by a shudder and a moan.

“The balls. Play with the balls,” she heard coming from
above as she sucked diligently on his rounded head. She cupped her hand around
his sac, gently squeezing and stroking. She felt him thrust further into her
mouth, and she responded by sliding her lips down further, then back up and
down again.

“Christ, Stacie,” she heard him exclaim.

She popped her mouth off the end in alarm. “What? Is it
not good?”

“Not good? Stacie, you’re doing fantastic. Carry on.”

Happy, Stacie lowered her face down to his cock again, sucking
more firmly on the end. She felt his hands in her hair, but gently, not forcing
her to stay in place, just caressing her head. She flicked her tongue over the
end of his cock and smiled to herself to hear the groan that accompanied it.

She slid her lips down the shaft, wondering just how
much of him she could take. She felt his cockhead rub against her soft palate
and his deep moan as he thrust further into her mouth. She lifted her head up,
bringing her lips to almost off the end, and dove back down onto him again,
feeling his body judder in response. She glanced up at him as she held his dick
in her mouth, to see him watching her, his eyes on his cock where it slid in
and out from between her lips. She felt herself start to dribble and popped her
lips off the end with a slurping sound, continuing to masturbate him as she
wiped her mouth.

“Do you like to watch?” she asked.

“God yeah. Nothing sexier than a sexy woman sucking your
cock.”

She looked again at his cock, admiring it, long and
stiff, rubbing itself eagerly between her hands.

Dan moaned. She bent down again and sucked the tip of
his dick followed by licking down the length, using her mouth and hand simultaneously
up and down his shaft. She felt his hands on her head again, moving her hair
out of the way where it obscured his view.

“Suck my balls,” he instructed her breathily. Stacie
raised her eyebrows. This one was new, but he was the teacher. She took her
body slightly down the bed, kneeling between his legs. She trailed her
fingernails up his thighs until she arrived at his balls. She took hold of them,
massaging them lightly then bent forward and licked gently. They felt different
on her tongue, not as smooth as his cock, but not unpleasant. Stacie eased her
lips around one of his balls and took it into her mouth, hearing him cry out.
She sucked carefully, aware that this part of a man’s body was the most
delicate. She ran her tongue over the skin, feeling the smoothness of the
pebbles within. She wondered if she could get both of them in and spread her
lips wider gently easing the other in.

It went in, but there wasn't much room for manipulation,
so she simply added a little careful suction before releasing him.

“Good?”

“So good!”

She gave his balls a final tender lick, and then moved back
to the full length of his penis, licking all the way to the tip then filling
her mouth with his cock as far as she could, covering his dick in her saliva.

“I need to come,” he gasped out. Stacie pulled her mouth
off his cock and he rolled her over in a slick movement, then straddled her,
pushing her breasts together and sliding his cock between them. He pumped
repeatedly, the tip of his cock coming close to her mouth each time. She licked
the leaking end with every thrust, then clamped her lips shut at Dan’s gasped
warning. He grabbed hold of the headboard and his body jerked as he covered her
breasts in his cum. She heard a faint, “Aaaah,” then he rolled off her and
collapsed on the bed.

She looked at his diminishing penis, then up at his
face. His eyes were closed. Stacie stared down to her chest, seeing her breasts
covered in his cum. She climbed off the bed trying her hardest not to get any mess
over anything and headed to the bathroom to clean up.

Dan was getting dressed as Stacie returned to the
bedroom. She caught a glimpse of his bare bottom as he pulled up his trunks.

“Was that okay?” she said, picking the discarded robe up
off the floor and slipping it on.

He turned around to look at her. She walked toward him,
feeling her face splitting in a smile. “Not bad,” he replied as he pulled up
his jeans. “How was it for you?”

Only “not bad”?
Stacie felt as if he’d slapped her across the face. She swallowed
before speaking. Well, she could do nonchalance as well. “All right, I suppose.”

“You’re doing well,” he told her as he pulled his T-shirt
over his head.

Stacie sat on the edge of the bed facing away from him,
wondering what she’d done wrong. She’d done everything he asked, and he seemed
to be enjoying it. Heck, he’d come hadn’t he?

“Are you ready for some food yet?” he said.

She’d been hungry, but her appetite suddenly seemed to
have disappeared. “I guess.”

Stacie glanced at him as he came round the end of the
bed. Could she have done better? Stacie honestly thought she had done amazing
considering the last and only time she had a man’s dick in her mouth was years
ago. Stacie went over all his instructions in her head. He’d seemed to enjoy
himself. Maybe it was because she’d needed to be guided rather than knowing
what to do for herself. But wasn’t that what he was meant to do, to teach her?

“Are you all right?” he said, coming to sit next to her
on the bed. She didn’t look at him.

“I’m fine.”

“Is something the matter, Stacie?”

“No,” she replied, standing up and picking up her
clothes from the floor where she tossed them before.

“Yes there is. What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” She didn’t bother moderating the sharpness in
her voice.

Dan moved over to her. She started snatching clothes up
off the floor, anything to avoid looking at him. She couldn’t let him see how
upset she was.

“Stacie, what’s the matter?” he said again.

She threw the bundle of clothes onto the bed and wrapped
her arms around herself.

“I just…I just thought I had done better than
not bad
,” she told the floor.

She heard a long exhale behind her and felt his hands
patting her shoulders. “Stacie, can you turn around please, and allow me to
explain,” he said, trying to turn her to face him. She resisted, not wanting to
look at him and endure yet another lecture. “At least come and sit on the bed.”

Reluctantly, she moved over to the bed and sat next to
him, staring at her hands twisting together in her lap.

“Look, Stacie, you did fantastic. You really did. I’m
sorry I didn’t give you the answer you wanted. It’s my fault. I didn’t realise
just how inexperienced you were, and how much I’d need to direct you. You did
great for a beginner, and you will improve so much as we work on your
technique. I’m sorry I upset you. Forgive me?”

Stacie looked up at him, somewhat mollified. So, she
hadn’t done great, but she’d done okay for a novice. Maybe cock-sucking was
like any other skill. Maybe she just needed a little practice.

And maybe, once she got better at cock-sucking, she
would finally feel his cock in her pussy, where she longed to have it.

Chapter
Four

Dan rang the kitchen to confirm they were ready for
their food.

“It’ll be about twenty minutes,” he said when he put the
receiver down. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”

Stacie got dressed while Dan showered, then she poured
herself the last dribbles of wine from the bottle and daydreamed about Dan naked
and washing his body. In her mind, she imagined herself going in to help him,
lathering him up, getting in with him, hearing him say, “Stacie, I want you.”

She jumped with a guilty thrill when the bathroom door
opened and then had to stop herself from staring as he came out wearing just a
towel around his waist. Water dripped down his lean torso, and glistened on his
arms. His hair was damp and tousled and he rubbed it with a second towel,
oblivious to her longing. Then, with a naughty waggle of his eyebrows at her,
he whipped the towel away, draping it over the dresser stool. She stood,
open-mouthed, virtually drooling. He was magnificent, like a Grecian statue
come to life. His body was perfectly sculpted and each muscle begged to be
licked and nuzzled and tasted. Stacie had to turn away, flicking on the
television and pretending to be interested in some mindless show.

She heard rustling behind her and, when she turned to
peek at him, he had pulled on his trunks and jeans and was just picking up his
T-shirt.
Down, girl!
she told herself
firmly.
You’ll get your chance.
But
she couldn’t help staring as he pulled the T-shirt over his still-damp hair and
settled it. He was such an enigma. She wished she was able to get a little more
information out of him about his personal life.

Dan cleared the table of their lunch detritus, putting
it by the door, and got a candle from the bathroom, which he placed on a small
candle plate he got from one of the dresser drawers.

A knock at the door announced the arrival of their meal.
One of the female staff entered, rapidly setting the table with cutlery,
napkins, and glasses. She placed the cloche-covered plates on the wicker mats, and
an ice bucket containing another bottle of wine on the floor, before piling
their lunch dishes on the trolley and leaving.

“More wine?” Stacie queried.

“You don’t have to drink it.”

“No, it’s okay – the food will soak it up anyway.”
Stacie was already feeling happily merry. Maybe she could get Dan squiffy
enough that she could persuade him to advance the sessions.

They sat down and Dan removed the covers from their
plates. The smell was divine and Stacie set about her duck with gusto.

“How’s your food?” Dan said, spearing a mussel.

“Delicious. Yours?”

“Good. I’ve had this before, it’s one of the chef’s
specialties. Have you ever tried calamari?”

“Squid?” Stacie shook her head, screwing up her mouth in
disgust.

“You should.” He held out a ring of something that
looked like white rubber. “How do you know if you like it or not if you don’t
try it?”

His tone was severe, like a parent chastising a child
for refusing to try something new. Stacie considered. She’d always been grossed
out by the thought of trying squid, or snails or anything weird. But she liked
prawns and fish, so why would squid be any different.

“Okay, but just a tiny bit,” she said.

Dan cut a section off the ring and offered it to her.
She tentatively closed her lips round it and slid it off his fork. She chewed.

“Well?”

She swallowed. “Not bad actually. A bit chewy. It
doesn’t really taste of anything much.”

“At least you tried it. More?”

She shook her head vigorously and Dan chuckled. They
spent the meal in idle chit-chat. She discovered that he enjoyed football, both
playing and watching and that he supported Liverpool. She told him about her
work and regaled him with funny stories from the office.

She couldn’t stop herself. She knew she was becoming
dangerously addicted to him. She couldn’t get enough of his smile, his facial
expressions, the way he raised his eyebrows, the way he ate his food, the way his
stubble made him so utterly delectable. She forced herself to concentrate on
the banal chatter, but all she wanted was to feel his hands on her.